"Those lips look so damn pretty wrapped around my cock." Sparrow ran the back of his knuckles over Josh's jaw. "So pretty."

Clayton began to kiss Josh down his spine as his fingers worked to bring him so much pleasure. They scissored and then drove deep before he pulled back and did it all over again.

Josh glanced up and his eyes widened when he saw Sparrow and Clayton kissing each other. Never before had he seen anything so damn erotic. He momentarily forgot what he was doing as he watched the two dominant predators growl into each other's mouths, each grabbing at the other's head, trying to control the kiss.

Fuck, that is damn hot.

There was no way Josh was going to make it with all of his senses going wild. The fragrance of soft leather, pine trees, and the ocean filled the air. But before he could pull away to tell Clayton to slow down, he felt the blunt head of Clayton's cock nudging at his ass. Josh moaned around Sparrow's shaft before Clayton began to work himself into Josh's body.

Josh inhaled the flare of desire that seemed to be filling the air. It was a strong, spicy scent.

"So tight." Clayton's voice was barely above a whisper, thick and husky. The sensations were like a firestorm, taking Josh under as he whimpered.

Sparrow pulled his cock from Josh's mouth and leaned back for a moment, his dark eyes watching as Clayton fucked Josh.

"Damn, you two look good together," Sparrow said before gazing down at Josh. "Does it feel good?"

Josh nodded, feeling his cheeks blush at Sparrow watching them. Sparrow grinned at Josh and then winked before he began to move behind Josh. He glanced over his shoulder to see Sparrow take up position behind Clayton.

Clayton's movements halted as he leaned further over Josh and Josh knew what was about to happen.

Sparrow was about to fuck Clayton.

Josh wiggled below Clayton, making it hard not to move. But Clayton kept still-somewhat-as Sparrow's fingers slipped inside of him. He moaned, wondering if he'd ever felt anything better than having thick fingers inside of him and a tight ass wrapped around his cock.

"We meet again," Sparrow said into his ear with a light chuckle. "Only this time we have a delicious blond to play with and you can scream as loud as you want."

"Shut up and fuck me already," Clayton said. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stay still. Josh was so damn tight.

Clayton hissed as Sparrow grabbed his hair, pulling on the spiky strands as a low rumble vibrated through the man.

Sparrow was human, but fuck if he didn't sound like a predator. His eyes narrowed before he tilted Clayton's head back and then yanked a bit harder on Clayton's hair. He forced Clayton closer before devouring his lips.

Their tongues dueled as Sparrow's fingers slipped free, replaced by a rock-hard cock. Clayton growled into Sparrow's mouth as Sparrow plunged deep into Clayton's ass.

When Sparrow pulled his head back, he could see the hot fires of desire swimming in the depths of the man's eyes. The sheriff nodded and Clayton began to fuck Josh, driving his cock deep, feeling Sparrow's shaft at the same time.

The two men made Clayton feel raw and wild things that threatened his very sanity. He had a feeling that Sparrow was his mate. He'd felt that way for a while. But he had the same feeling about Josh as well.

He didn't understand it, but there was no denying the fact that his bear wanted both men.

Sparrow kissed a path over Clayton's shoulder, sending tiny shocks of electricity along his spine. Josh curled his fingers around Clayton's, squeezing tightly as his breathing became labored. The man was close and Clayton wanted to make sure that Josh was well taken care of. He licked along Josh's shoulder before sinking his canines deep.

Josh cried out, jerking his hips, crashing into Clayton as his hole began to milk Clayton's cock. Clayton fucked the man harder, keeping Josh pinned below him as Sparrow pistoned into Clayton.

Clayton couldn't hold out. Not when Josh's body felt so damn good. Not when Sparrow was fucking him, hitting his sweet spot on every stroke. The dual sensations shattered him, making Clayton release Josh's shoulder as he shouted out his climax.

And then Sparrow's movements slowed before he pulled free. For some strange reason, Clayton knew what Sparrow wanted.

Clayton slipped his cock from Josh's body, moved aside, and then stretched out on the blanket as Sparrow moved in, filling Josh's ass with his cock.

Clayton's eyes widened when Sparrow bit down on the same exact spot that Clayton had. He knew Sparrow's blunt teeth wouldn't penetrate Josh's shoulder the way his had. But damn. The man should have been born bear because his possessive growls were very impressive.

"You two are trying to kill me," Josh shouted as he bucked back, matching Sparrow stroke for stroke. Clayton felt naughty as hell as he watched the two. He leaned down and slipped under Josh, sucking the man's spent cock into his mouth.

"Oh, god!" Josh shouted as his shaft began to fill.

Clayton let Josh fuck his mouth, drive his cock deep. Sparrow never let up, hammering into Josh's ass like it was the last time he'd ever fuck the man. Clayton had never heard such desperate groans, such wild moans. The sounds blended and Clayton wasn't even sure who was making them.

He flexed his throat muscles, squeezing Josh's cock before the man cried out, coming for the second time. Clayton swallowed every last drop as he heard Sparrow shouting Josh's name.

He backed up, seeing the liquid pleasure in Sparrow's eyes as his movements slowed, sweat pouring down the side of his face. Both Josh and Sparrow collapsed as Clayton chuckled.

"I think this threesome thing was a hit," Clayton said as he used his knuckles to caress Josh's back.

"Speak for yourself," Josh said before he yawned. "You two were definitely out to kill me."

"Oh, come on now, sugar," Sparrow said as he stretched out on the other side of Josh. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

A sexy grin appeared on Josh's face before he buried his face in the blanket. "No."

Sparrow winked at Clayton. "I think we got a shy one here."

"Shut up," Josh said and then chuckled. "You're not allowed to point out my flaws after both of you"-he shook his head-"you know."

"What?" Sparrow asked. "Fucked you?"

Clayton laughed when Josh tried to swat at Sparrow. But the sheriff was quick and rolled away before going to his knees. "I hate to be the one to ruin such a fantastic picnic, but I have to get back to work." Sparrow leaned down and nuzzled Josh's neck. "You were very sexy, darling."

Clayton curled around Josh, pulling the smaller man close as Sparrow began to dress. "I think I'll take a nap in the sun," he said, "since I'm not expected back at the ranch until later this afternoon."

Clayton licked the bite wound on Josh's shoulder before he noticed that Sparrow had broken the skin with his blunt teeth. If Josh got pregnant, how would they know who the father was? Would that make Clayton and Josh mates, or Josh and Sparrow mates? Clayton wasn't sure of anything.

Maybe it was time he called his mom. Even though a shifter didn't know who his mate was until that person got pregnant, he had a feeling that his relationship with these two men was something very rare-as Renee had said.

Both men smelled damn good to him, but that didn't mean anything. For bears, it was hard figuring out who your mate was unless you knocked the person up.

Now it was a wait-and-see game.

Chapter Six.

The following morning, Sparrow was sitting in Pheasant Run Cafe when he spotted Jack Frost coming into the diner. Barry Sliman was alone as he took a seat at the counter.

Although he didn't know the man, that niggling feeling returned. Sparrow couldn't figure out why he kept getting a bad feeling around this guy. Somehow, he knew the man was more dangerous than Devil had ever been.

Barry ran with the crew down at the trailer park, but there was something different about this one.

The waiter walked over to Sparrow's table, turning up the carafe and filling his coffee mug to the brim once more. He smiled, but Sparrow only had eyes for the man at the counter who was ordering breakfast.

"Is there anything else I can get for you, Sheriff?" the waiter asked. He set the carafe down and tore Sparrow's order from his pad, setting it on the table.

"Two dozen donuts to take into the station," Sparrow answered as he finished off his breakfast. The waiter smiled, nodded, and headed back over to the counter.

As he took a drink of his coffee, Sparrow watched two men walk into the diner. They were unfamiliar to him and Sparrow pretty much knew every resident in Bear County.

One had a thin jacket on with the hood pulled over his head. His eyes were scanning the place as if he had seconds to mesmerize the diner interior. Something wasn't right. The other guy seemed cocky, confident as he walked up to the counter, his eyes fixated on the waiter.

In one quick motion, the confident man pulled out a gun and aimed it at the waiter as the jittery man pulled one as well, aiming it directly at Sparrow. "Not one fucking move, cop."

They had to be morons. There was no other explanation for these two robbing a diner when a sheriff was sitting at one of the booths. Sparrow looked at Barry to gauge the man's reaction. Was he a part of this or was it just coincidence that he'd come in moments before the robbers?

"Empty the register," the confident man yelled at the waiter. "And then take me to the safe."

"Wwe don't have a safe," the waiter answered.

Sparrow jerked in his seat when the robber slammed the butt of his gun into the waiter's head. The guy went down hard. A woman screamed as a baby started crying.

"Leave him the hell alone!" Sparrow shouted too late.

The cocky son of a bitch walked into the kitchen and came back with the cook, shoving the guy into a seat before he went back to the register.

The one holding a gun on Sparrow was a little too nervous. His hand was shaking and Sparrow was afraid the guy would accidently shoot him. He had to take back this situation before anyone else was hurt.

There were plenty of drug users over in the trailer park and Sparrow had a feeling these two were looking for some cash for their next fix. If they had been professionals, they would have robbed the bank, not a damn diner.

"Look, no one has to get hurt here," Sparrow said. "Why don't you let these people go?" He was referring to the elderly couple huddled together in the booth behind him and a family of four on the other side of the diner. The family had a small infant with them and a child that looked around the age of nine.

Sparrow had to get these people out of here.

"Take his gun," the cocky man said to Mr. Shaky.

"But he's the sheriff," Mr. Shaky said. "We just came in here for some cash."

The guy behind the register came back around, walking up beside his partner. "And do you think he'll just let us walk out of here?"

"What are you going to do to him?" Mr. Shaky asked. Sparrow locked eyes with Barry to see the man studying the two robbers intently. There was something in the man's eyes, something that said he wasn't going to just sit there and let this happen.

That was all Sparrow needed, a civilian getting caught up in this. He tried to shake his head no, but Barry wasn't looking at him any longer. His gaze was burning holes into the robbers' backs.

"We take a hostage," the confident one said. "That'll get us out of here without the sheriff coming after us." A malicious gleam entered the man's eyes. "Or we could just kill him."

Sparrow wasn't keen on either choice. The two just viewed him as a small-town cop, some country bumpkin that didn't know his pistol from his prick.

What these two didn't know was that Sparrow had a dark and shaded past that he didn't talk about. It was a past that included mercenary work. He'd been part of a covert group that had gone into different countries to extract hostages and take out those who posed a threat to the United States government. Columbian drug lords, arms dealers, human traffickers, and every piece of shit known to mankind had been on his list.

Back then, he didn't have any rules or guidelines he had to follow. But he did now. He wanted to snap both these bastards' necks but wouldn't because of the innocent bystanders.

Knowing he was taking a huge risk, Sparrow slowly moved from his booth, his hands in plain sight as he stood.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the confident one asked. "Did I tell you to get up?"

"Take me as a hostage and let these other people go," Sparrow said.

"Do I look stupid to you?" the cocky man asked.

Sparrow really wanted to answer that question, but didn't want to antagonize these men. Right now, they had the upper hand, but Sparrow planned on changing that real soon.

"If I take a cop, the whole damn police station will be after us," the man said. "And then the Feds will get involved."

"Then just take the money," Sparrow said. "There's no need to hurt anyone else." He wanted to go check on the waiter. The guy hadn't gotten back up and he feared the worse. The robber had hit the waiter hard enough that he could have killed the guy.

"I think I'll take this one." The guy moved over to the counter and shoved the gun right into Barry's temple. He nodded toward his partner. "Get the cash."

Barry moved before Sparrow knew what the man was up to. He swung his arm up, knocking the gun away before he slammed his fist into the robber's abdomen.

Sparrow hurled himself at Mr. Shaky, taking him down and disarming him before the guy had a chance to get a shot off. He cuffed the robber and then got up, grabbing the cocky man but not before Barry landed another solid punch.

"That's enough!"

Barry glared at Sparrow. "You're welcome."

The family and the elderly couple flew from their seats and ran outside. Sparrow knew who they were and where they lived, so he wasn't worried about getting statements right now.

Sparrow reached for the radio on his shoulder when the cocky man spun, swiping his foot out. But Sparrow was faster, slamming his fist into the man's face. The man dove toward the floor, grabbed the gun that was lying there, and pulled the trigger.

He saw Barry tackle the guy, taking him down as Sparrow fell to the floor, clutching his stomach.

Fuck, how had he not seen that one coming?

Clayton had just pulled into the space in front of the feed store, Josh sitting next to him, when he saw three cop cars and an ambulance right outside the diner. All lights were flashing but no sirens were blaring-at least not on the stationary vehicles. There was another ambulance, but it was already taking off, heading in the direction of the hospital, lights and sirens at full blast.

"I wonder what's going on," Josh said as he unbuckled his seat belt, gazing through the windshield. "Was the food that bad?"

Clayton shook his head as he got out. He spotted one of the elderly residents of Bear County standing nearby with his wife. They both looked shaken up. "What's going on, Mr. Creadly?"

The elderly man turned and Clayton could see the guy was paler than usual. "Two hoodlums came in to rob the diner. But Sheriff Sparrow stopped them. Poor waiter was assaulted though. Hope he's going to be okay."